Part 32 (2/2)

'She's messing with the lot of 'em, if you ask me,' laughed Neeps.

Pazel gave him a surly look. He knew what Neeps meant: Dastu glowed with the pleasure of being close to Thasha Isiq, of having cause to touch her hand and her back. Envy shone in the eyes of the other men, combined with sheer adoration for Thasha. She was a girl (most exotic of creatures to men trapped on a s.h.i.+p), and a lovely one at that, and n.o.ble-born as she was, she was dancing with them. Leef the main-top-man cut in on Dastu, and moments later Coote swept her away from Leef. From man to man she went, her hair shaken loose of its hasty knot and her face flushed with joy. The crowd stomped and roared.

'Don't you want to dance?' said Neeps.

Pazel looked startled. 'With her?'

'No, you dolt, with Lady Oggosk. Hurry up, before Druffle collapses.'

Pazel shook his head. 'Why don't you dance with her yourself?'

'Because I'm not the one who's turning pea-green with jealousy.'

At that Pazel guffawed. 'You've lost your mind. Someone just tried to drown me, remember? People want us dead, and there's a statue on the orlop with the most deadly d.a.m.ned thing in Alifros in its hand. What makes you think I'd give birdsquat for this dancing rubbish?'

Closing his eyes, Neeps lifted his nose and sniffed. 'Mmm, smell that? Fresh from the oven. A big, b.u.t.tery Ormael plum duff of a lie.'

Pazel jumped on him, not sure if he was furious or amused, but Neeps just laughed and said, 'Don't hit me! Have a look at Thasha now.'

The crowd had fallen back to give her room, for Thasha was at last dancing in perfect unison with a partner: Greysan Fulbreech. He wore the white s.h.i.+rt and close-fitting pants of his new office of surgeon's a.s.sistant: clothes so clean they might have just come from the tailor. Fulbreech danced even better than Druffle played. He took Thasha expertly by the waist and guided her through the left-back-double-right-spin of the ramble so swiftly that she never had time to make a contrary step. When they came together at the end of each cycle their faces were inches apart.

Pazel had seen enough. Without a word to Neeps he turned and marched away aft. He had a vague idea of storming into Lady Oggosk's cabin and telling her what she could do with her threats. Of course part of him realised that he could do no such thing - but how long could he keep up this charade? How long before Thasha asked him a question he couldn't lie about?

As he pa.s.sed under the mizzenmast shrouds Neeps caught up with him, breathless from running.

'You're a first-cla.s.s rotter,' he said. 'She's gone off somewhere with Fulbreech, and it's your fault.'

'How do you figure that?' Pazel asked without slowing his pace.

'Don't play simple,' said Neeps. 'Thasha's moody and headstrong, but you don't have to act like she's got some sort of plague. Can't you be blary decent? n.o.body's asking you to marry her.'

Pazel gave a spiteful laugh. 'That's a d.a.m.ned good thing. She's not exactly good luck where marriage is concerned.'

Neeps leaped in front of him, stopping him dead. The smaller boy's patience was clearly exhausted. 'Are we mates, or not?' he demanded. 'When are you going to tell me what's the matter with you?'

Pazel averted his eyes, afraid of giving himself away. Oggosk had not forbidden him to talk to Neeps, but he would never forget how his friend had raged at the old witch, or her casual threat to murder him. He shuddered to think what Neeps would do if he learned what Oggosk had said after he stormed out.

But there was another reason he was keeping away from Thasha - one he could tell Neeps about, if only he could find the words to explain it.

'You . . . remember Klyst, don't you?' he said warily.

Neeps' jaw fell open so wide that Pazel could see his tonsils by lamplight. 'You're still thinking about that - thing. You're still under its spell.'

'Don't call her a thing, mate. She's a girl, and she's not so bad.'

'She eats people.'

'Well,' said Pazel relucantly, 'yes.'

'Why didn't you tell me the murth-spell was still affecting you? Come on, we're going to Chadfallow right this minute.'

'No!' said Pazel. 'By the Nine Pits, Neeps, the last last thing I want is another ”cure” from Ignus! Besides, I don't need curing. I'm not under her spell.' thing I want is another ”cure” from Ignus! Besides, I don't need curing. I'm not under her spell.'

'Pazel, her sister tied me up and left me to drown. And she would have done the same to you if your Gift hadn't turned the tables and made her love you. You're lucky she's thousands of miles away.'

'Maybe she's not,' said Pazel. 'She . . . well, she showed up on Dhola's Rib. And I heard her voice tonight on the bowsprit.'

Neeps' face contorted helplessly. 'When were you going to say say something, you witless prat?' something, you witless prat?'

'When I thought I could trust you not to screw things up.'

'Trust me? me? Oh, that's priceless, that's just--' Neeps was apoplectic. He bit his lips, clawing at the air in front of Pazel's face. 'You make me Oh, that's priceless, that's just--' Neeps was apoplectic. He bit his lips, clawing at the air in front of Pazel's face. 'You make me angrier angrier than just about anyone I know.' than just about anyone I know.'

'Anyone but your brother, eh? Your older brother.'

For a moment he thought Neeps would hit him. The small boy's face turned dark red, and his mouth tightened to a choleric scowl. 'I told you,' he said, 'never, ever to talk to me about brothers.'

'And I told you I'm not under any spell.'

'Really? What's this, then?' Neeps flicked away Pazel's hand, which he had raised unconsciously to his collarbone, found Klyst's sh.e.l.l beneath the skin - and pinched it, hard.

A searing pain flooded Pazel's chest. He cried out, as somewhere inside him a girl's voice wailed in anguish. He shoved Neeps with all his might; the smaller boy crashed against the block and tackle at the mizzenmast, and struck his head on the rail.

Pazel doubled over, hands on his collarbone. Neeps had not broken the sh.e.l.l, but the pain throbbed on. Klyst is terrified Klyst is terrified, he thought. She thinks I'm getting ready to cut out her heart She thinks I'm getting ready to cut out her heart. The sound of her voice was so real he found himself looking about for its source, though he knew the murth-girl would never appear on the Chathrand Chathrand. Her words in the temple came back to him: Not allowed. I'd be trapped there, forever. Not allowed. I'd be trapped there, forever.

Neeps got shakily to his feet, rubbing his head. When Pazel reached out to steady him he knocked his hand away.

'I'm finished here,' he said. 'Your cannibal girl's welcome to you.'

He stalked off, and Pazel heard his feet clattering down the ladderway.

The pain took a long time to ebb. Pazel leaned against the mizzenmast, wondering who was more revolted at his behaviour, Neeps or Klyst herself. He had not been at it long when a shadow crossed his face.

It was Druffle. The pale spike of a man was drenched in sweat and smiling. His breath smelled distinctly of rum. 'Pathkendle!' he barked. 'What's this? You've been in a fight, haven't you?'

Pazel looked away; he had talked enough for one night. 'Not . . . a fight, Mr Druffle. Not exactly.'

'If it tastes like a duck, it's a duck, lad.'

Pazel could think of no fitting rejoinder, so he said, 'That sure was some music you played.'

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